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Chapter 814 09. The slenderness of the secondary task (a typo is a sign, Xiaozhengdao is really an idiot (knock head and tongue out)

The players were stunned.

This guy really has a villa and hundreds of millions?
New options emerge, namely reject, agree, and listen.

The nine players have never been more united, all choosing option three.

So Rohard quickly replied to Smith: "You talk first."

"Giggling dude, you're in a hurry." Smith let out a santa-like but more obscene laugh, and was about to wrap his arms around Rohard's shoulders before withdrawing his hand as if electrocuted, remembering his quirk. "Okay. I never trust people easily. I haven't told anyone this secret, but for the sake of muscle cars, I trust you."

Smith looked like it was a big secret, washed his face, and wiped off the sweat and stains on his face: "Do you recognize it?"

Other than looking more... darker, the players didn't see any changes.

So did Rohard.

"Well, maybe it's been too long for you to recognize...Have you seen "Men in White"?" Smith said, posing with a gun in his chest.

Rohard's silence said it all.

"What about 'Superman Knocks'? 'I, Nigger', 'Daddy Smith', 'Mechanical Nigger'"

Smith reported a long list of names, but Rohard remained indifferent.

In the end he resorted to his trump card - a photo of a younger version of Smith holding up the statuette.Wearing a black evening dress, she is not as thin and decadent as she is now.

"For this trophy, I fought with a group of polar bears in Siberia at minus [-] degrees in the ice and snow. When the film was released, animal protection organizations were still protesting in front of the China Grand Theater."

There is still room for bragging, but the photos are real.

His estate and hundreds of millions of dollars are also likely to be real.

Next, Rohard talked about what happened to him, excluding bragging elements, roughly as follows: Smith was born at the bottom and like most blacks in a single-parent family—yes, although Smith had a father, his mother ran away after giving birth to him .

So he is no different from other low-level blacks. He dropped out of school at a very young age and hung out with gangs.However, Goddess of Luck favored him. After coming to Hollywood, his journey went smoothly. From a supporting role to a leading role, he made many blockbuster commercial films one after another.

It's a pity that Rohard is not smart enough. Like most black stars, he spends too much and even falls in love with gambling. He was set up in Las Vegas and lost everything.

Including his "identity".

Now, the black superstar "Smith" still appears on the screen from time to time, participates in various dances and receptions, and takes photos with business tycoons and senior government officials, but no one knows that "Smith" was replaced after leaving Las Vegas.

It sounds sci-fi, but it's true.

The transparent bridge comes to mind.Could this be related to the dream side quest?Help Smith take back what was lost and reach a happy ending...

"So come and help me, the manor and the hundreds of millions of dollars are half of us." Smith grinned brightly.But—Musu likes to say no to self-righteous people the most.

until the option box appears.

【promise him】

[Excitedly agrees to him]

[Yelling and answering him]

The three options are actually the same, which makes Transparent Bridge believe that this is a guess of the secondary task.

This time, without waiting for Cen Yingying to choose, Transparent Bridge directly chose option one.If possible, Rohard's "silent" character design is still very useful.

After all, if Smith thinks that Rohard is also a chatterbox, he may talk endlessly... It would be fine if it was just that, but the trouble is that too many conversations will obviously trigger options frequently.

With Musu around, this is by no means a good idea.

In the final 5:0:4, reticence defeated chatter.

The dialog box called, and Rohard nodded in agreement.

"Very good!" Smith punched hard, walking quickly around the muscle car. "We can start planning... Of course it's not just the two of us, I have other helpers!"

As if fearing Rohard would regret it, Smith rushed to the corner living area impatiently, grabbed the phone and dialed it.

The call was quickly connected, and Smith shouted excitedly: "Slack, I found a third person, and I can guarantee that this is a cold-blooded and ruthless super killer. No, no, it's different from the guy who was beaten and cried by a woman last time, He is much more ruthless!"

"You don't believe me? Listen, do you know how we met? In the cell of the police station. He knocked down several FBI guards. The gun was handcuffed around my neck - of course, we are waiting for you at the secret base!"

Snapped!
After hanging up the phone, an excited Smith introduced to Rohard: "He is my best friend and brother! We were born and died together!"

After a while, the garage door was slammed, and Smith couldn't wait to open the garage door to let in a black man on crutches.

"Don't tell me this is the 'killer' you're looking for." Slack looked at Rohard and gestured with quotation marks.

"Please don't be like this, I didn't look down on your IQ just because you're a lame man. He's a ruthless man." Smith, who was in a state of excitement, brought Slack to Rohard and introduced them to each other.

"Rohama, this is Slack. Slack, this is Rohama."

"Rohard," said Rohard quietly.

"You don't look like an idiot who listened to Smith's secret and was full of ideas about getting rich." Slack leaned on the muscle car, leaning on a cane with both hands.

"Did he tell you 'I haven't told anyone this secret for muscle car's sake, I trust you' and start bragging about it to you?"

Rohard glanced at Smith, whose smile became awkward, and nodded slightly.

"You don't like to talk? Well, such people are usually better at keeping secrets, except for Smith's secrets. This kind of stuff that even the bum at the door knows is not a secret."

Slack waved his hand, pushed Smith who was blocking the way with a cane, and searched for something in his bedside cabinet without turning back, "I think he must have told you that he has a father, right? Speaking of that muscle car. Let me see... father's father's father's... shit, I stole this muscle car for him."

Rohard looked at Smith again, and Smith shrugged indifferently: "Leave him alone, he's just jealous that I have a complete family."

"This is it." Slack found a note from the bottom of the drawer and threw it to Rohard. "Look, this is the plan we made a long time ago, I was too stupid to believe him at that time..."

Smith's eyes widened suddenly: "Why is the plan in my house!"

Slack took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the bed: "In this way, when that fake Smith sees the notes when he troubles you, he will directly silence you instead of being confessed by you."

Smith couldn't help cursing back angrily.

"I think you deserved it right now when you broke your leg when you were a little nigger, nigger!"

(End of this chapter)